Wednesday, October 7, 2015

from Rabbit Fever/charles freeland

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Yellow hues predominate. They
catch the eye and turn it outward until we feel as if we might be blinded. The
fear builds until you can hear the whimpering from around the corner. You can
almost catch it expanding in your own throat. I’m afraid I can’t be any clearer
than that. Not without resorting to the sort of rhetoric that hurtles us all
instantly back to a time when our epics and our tall tales centered mostly on ourselves.
If we tried to expand them, to take into account the experiences of those who
happened to share the planet with us -- or at least that small portion of the
planet we were comfortable with due to our inhabiting it more or less
continuously from about the age of five -- our failures were so numerous, so
obvious and stultifying, we couldn’t add them all up without using the fingers
on both hands.